JULIA GATIE

Pink Dress

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If you're there i'd like to see you

but when brown air takes your charm away

I glide into whisper

I glide into whisper

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When it's nice it goes forever

seems so sly in stormy weather

I glide into whisper

I glide into whisper

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Maybe weather could you be the same

You colour me so pale I could be your membrane

take your menu chose my way

bruise it to the neck to lift it up again

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Weather change me east

weather change me west

weather change me east

weather change me west

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